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It was sly of him to impersonate old Morley. I wonder how he got to know that you were meeting him? Someone must have betrayed Rayne. I have a suspicion who it may be. If he has, then woe betide him! Rudolph never forgives an enemy or a blunderer." I tried to get from Duperré the reason why the hunchback had met Rayne in such secrecy, but he would divulge nothing.
Rudolph Rayne took the most elaborate precautions to preserve a clean pair of hands himself, no matter what dirty work he planned to be carried out by others. "Duperré saw me in London yesterday, gave me that piece of card, and told me to come here and explain matters," the Italian went on in a low voice. "You see this case.
At once they began to rummage every hole and corner in the room as well as the luggage of both Duperré and his wife. The brown suit-case which was in the wardrobe in the bedroom attracted their attention, but when unlocked was found to contain only a few modern novels. At this they drew back in chagrin and disappointment.
It was then nearly half-past three in the morning, and my only object in taking a room was to inform Rayne by telephone of my narrow escape. Rayne was remaining the night at Half Moon Street, while Lola and Madame Duperré were at the Carlton. We had all come up from Overstow a couple of days before, and two secret meetings had been held at Half Moon Street.
But the whole affair was most mysterious. I can't make it out," declared the girl. "Mr. Duperré never met him after all." "We must remain patient and watch," I urged. This we did, and very soon there came a strange development of that carefully planned introduction.
As an unwilling assistant of that super-crook whose agents were at work in the various cities of Europe carrying out the amazingly ingenious plans which, with Vincent Duperré, he so carefully formulated in that great old-world library of his at Overstow, I was constantly in peril, for I felt by some inexplicable intuition that the police must, one day or other, obtain sufficient evidence to arrest all of us, Lola included.
They were all dispatched from places where, even if inquiry were made, the sender could not be traced. "What's in the wind?" I asked Duperré as he sat by my side on our drive back to Overstow. "Something, my dear George," he answered, smiling mysteriously. "At present I can't tell you. In due course you'll know something big. Whenever Rudolph superintends in person it is always big.
Like herself I lived in a clouded atmosphere of rapidly changing circumstances, mysterious plots and unknown evil deeds truly a world of fear and bewilderment. Some days later I had driven up to London in the Rolls with Duperré, leaving Rayne and Lola at home, Duperré's wife being away somewhere on a visit. We took up our quarters at Rayne's chambers, and next day idled about London together.
We arrived back at Overstow Hall just before midnight, and he and Duperré held a long conversation before retiring. Of its nature I could gather nothing. As for Lola, she retired at once very cramped and tired.
In Oxford Street, at that hour silent and deserted, I drew up, and, taking a piece of paper from my notebook, I wrote down the figures "99," and, placing it in a small envelope which I fortunately found in my wallet, I addressed it to Madame Duperré, and left it with the night porter at the Carlton, urging him to give it to her immediately on her return.
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